CHAPTER VIII

Of the necessity of purgatory, and of its terrific character

“I will say furthermore: I see that as far as God is concerned, paradise has no gates, but he who will may enter. For God
is all mercy, and his open arms are ever extended to receive us into his glory. But I see that the divine essence is so pure—purer
than the imagination can conceive—that the soul, finding in itself the slightest imperfection, would rather cast itself into
a thousand hells than appear, so stained, in the presence of the divine majesty. Knowing,
then, that purgatory was intended for her cleaning, she throws herself therein, and finds there that great mercy, the removal
of her stains.

“The great importance of purgatory, neither mind can conceive nor tongue describe. I see only that its pains are as great
as those of hell; and yet I see that a soul, stained with the slightest fault, receiving this mercy, counts its pains as naught
in comparison with this hindrance to her love. And I know that the greatest misery of the souls in purgatory is to behold
in themselves aught that displeases God, and to discover that, in spite of his goodness, they had
consented to it. And this is because, being in the state of grace, they see the reality and the importance of the impediments
which hinder their approach to God.